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Another day later, Lu Yan took away the meal, Jiang Zhige didn't clean up the kitchen, and saw Lu Yan came back: "Master wants to see you."

Lu Yan can always surprise him most of the time, and it's too late to sink his head into pretending to be a quail.The road is not far away, Jiang Zhige is worried and has ghosts in his heart, Lu Yan's tone is serious, Jiang Zhige stares at his heels, one shoe upper is stained with mud and the heel is wrinkled, and the heel of the other is clean with almost no wrinkles, it seems that it is not a pair shoe?

Jiang Zhige originally thought that he had been exposed and was about to be taken to Xingshi for questioning, and he was bluffed by himself.

Lu Yan thought that Jiang Xiaoge was afraid of the master, and it stands to reason that he and Jiang Xiaoge should have become acquainted these days.But the girl is like an unfamiliar child, and the boy is being molested by the foolish master all day long.

Jiang Zhige felt that the master he saw today was different from the last time, it seemed that he was not the same person at all, both of them were obviously old and crumbling, but this one was like an ancient tree that had entered into meditation.

"Miss Jiang, are you used to living here?"

Jiang Zhige let out an "ah", realizing that he is not a young man now, but a young girl, and the young girl is being rude like this.He took a step back and pinched the hem of the skirt. This skirt was exactly the one he bought for seven copper coins. It was washed clean and carefully mended, like a piece of clothing.

"Master." Jiang Zhige choked his throat, looking very weak, "Learn, get used to it, eat well, Brother Lu told me to save some for every meal, and I will eat whatever Master and Brother Lu eat, even in the mattress. It’s new cotton, with white flowers like clouds, and it can’t be grown in the ground.”

Seeing Jiang Zhige's strange expression, the master stunned him for a while, and he came back to it after a while, smacking his lips, as if savoring two mouthfuls of food on the table: "Young lady is from Sichuan?"

Jiang Zhige is naturally very familiar with the word "Shuzhong", but Jiang Xiaoge has nothing to do with Shuzhong. He raised his head and his face showed no flaws, his eyes became brighter and innocent: "What is a count? How much? A clock? Then I have to go to the temple and count it tomorrow.”

The old man talked to the duck, and quickly waved his hands, lest the girl really run away tomorrow: "Central Sichuan is a place, there are Sichuan peppers in the dishes, I thought you were from Central Sichuan."

Jiang Zhige eats big ingredients, which are not popular here, he quickly explained: "Well, the person who sells ingredients said that this stir-fried dish is delicious, and you can grab a few grains of meat and vegetables, and it is numb and fragrant. .”

Only then did Lu Yan know what the master called Jiang Xiaoge to do. He caught a glimpse of a few dark red Sichuan peppers in the cabbage. He was very familiar with this stuff, and he would only swallow it without chewing it every meal, so naturally he didn't pay attention.The master's appetite is not as good as his, and he only eats food after looking at it twice.

The master had one of his subordinates who was from the middle of Sichuan, who raised him like his own son, but unfortunately, he ended up badly, let alone died tragically, leaving orphans and widowed mothers, and he didn't know whether he was going to live or die.The older the master is, the more he thinks about these things, he must have mixed feelings, extreme joy and sorrow, frequent stimulation is even more detrimental to the condition, it is really a big taboo.

Jiang Zhige seemed to have made a mistake, he wrapped his fingers around his skirt, his nose turned red with grievance: "Then don't let it go next time."

The master shook his head slightly, and his tone was kind like an old man coaxing his granddaughter: "It's okay, just let it go, master, I like to eat."

"As long as the master likes it!" Jiang Zhige put down his fingers around the skirt, like a child blessed by Baijiayi, beaming, "Then I will learn to cook more dishes in the future, so as not to go back and forth. Eat, if you love to eat, you will get tired of eating."

Jiang Zhige walked ahead, Lu Yan stopped him with three steps and two steps.When Jiang Zhige saw his gloomy face, he didn't dare to raise his head, and his heart was beating drums and beating gongs in a panic, fearing that he had just said something wrong and annoyed him.Although the heart is flustered, there is no lack of gloating.

Lu Yan was thinking about the master, and his tone inevitably became a bit serious: "In the future, don't put Sichuan pepper in the dishes, and throw the existing ones outside."

These two people were yin and yang, one said it was delicious, and the other said not to let it go again, the second monk Jiang Zhigezhang couldn't figure it out: "But the master just said it..."

"Don't listen to him, listen to me." Lu Yan felt sad, thinking of his old friend, he had more mixed feelings than the master, and in front of the big girl, his eyes were red, as if he didn't regard this girl as an outsider, so he had to Turn your back.Thinking of himself going down the mountain of knives and wading through the sea of ​​fire, his brows are not wrinkled, but he is confused by a few Sichuan peppers.

Jiang Zhige obediently agreed on the surface, but he gave a piss in private, feeling guilty in his heart.These two must have thought of his father. His father was born and bred in Sichuan. He left home when he was young, but he still had the indelible taste of Sichuan in his mouth. Bring it a little.